“I’m getting a little tired of your broken promithes, promithes.
Looking at your pager seeing different numberth and numberth
Call you on your cell, you hanging with the fellath the fellath.
Hanging with my girls, you always getting jealous and jealous.
I was with you when you didn’t have no dollarth, no dollarth.
Hanging at the crib chillin with yo momma, yo momma.
Never fronted you, never brought the drama, the drama.
Now you flipped the thcript, player pleathe…”